ExposurePublished On: 27-06-2015 11:50
A tiny dress. Beautiful. Revealing. Exposing! There is no mystry. There is no layer on me that may invite depth. There is no depth in me. I am what i appear. My image does not have a soul. It is all skin.
There was value in this dress once — when I was too young to know even myself. There was no self in me. I was not not a being then; not independent, taking for granted my surroundings and absorbing them without filtering. My pride could only have been my body. There was no brain to consider. I had not learnt to use it. There was no substance to my existance.
But now there is. I know who I am. There is more to me than my flesh. My surrounding are not me – they are for me. This dress is a reminder of how far i have come. There is something in me that is of my own making. I was not born with it. I acquired it. I learnt it.Add to favorites